The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-05-13

Mafgaret; to him she was tho most
beautiful, the most perfect being in tie
world; her very words seemed to eyalt
his nature. Yet he never spoke to
her OF love. Ho was content to come
with the children to hear the stories,
to look upon her sweet face and to
worship her in silence. Was not that
very wondrons love?
In course OF time, the s.~k girl NJ ar
garet became more interested in the
little ones that thronged daily to
hear her pretty stories, and she put
her beautiful fancies into the little
songs and quaint poems and tender
legends-songs and poems and
legends about the sea, the
flowers, the birds, and other beau
tifnl creations OF nature, and in
all there was a sweet simplicity, a del.
icacy, Il reverence that bespoke Mar
garet's spiritual purity and wisdom.
In the teaching. and marveling ever
at it's beauty, Edward grew to man
hood. She was his inspiration, but
he never spoke OF love to Margaret.
And SO the years went by.
Beginning with the children, the world
came to know the sick girls power.
Her songs were sung in every home,
and in every home her verses and her
little stories were repeated. And so it
was that Margaret came to be beloved
OF all, but he who loved her best spoke
never OF his love for her.
And us these years went by, the sick
oyster lay i'll the sen cuddIed close to
to the old gum boot. She
was wearier now than ever
before, for there WAS no cure for
her malady. The gallant perch with
green fins was very sad. For his WOO
ing had been hopeless. Still he was
devoted, and still he come each day
to thelittle oyster, bringing her cool
sea.foam. and other dclicacics OF
the ocean. Oh, how sick the little
oyster was. But the end came ut
last.
The children were on the beach one
day, waiting for Margaret, and they
wondered that she did come. Present.
ly, grown restless, many OF the boys
scampered into the water and stood
there. with their trousers rolled up,
boldly daring thelittle waves that rip.
pied up from the overflow OF the surf.
And one little boy happened upon the
old gum boot! 1t was q great dis.
covery.
"see the old gum boot" cried the
holding it on high. "And here is u lit.
tie oyster fastened to it! How fun
ny!"
The children gathered around the
curious object OH the beach. None OF
them had ever seen such o funny lit.
tie oyster. They tore the pale, knot.
ted little thing from her foster-moth-
er and handled her with such rough
curiosity that even had she been
robust oyster she must certainly have
died. At any rate, the little oyster
was dead now, and the bsreaved
perch with green fins must have known
it, for he swan up aud down his ma
tive cove disconsolately.
1t befel in that same hour that
Margaret lay upon her deathbed, and
knowing that she had not long to live
she sent for Edward. And Edward
when he came to her, was filled with
anguish, and, clasping her hands in
HIS, lle IOlG Her Ol his lON0.
Then Margaret answered him: "a
knew it, dear one; and all the songs
have sung and all the words
| have spoken and all the prayers
have made have been with
you, dear one--all with you in my
heart OF hearts,"
"You have purified and exalted my
life, cried Edward; you have been my
best and sweetest inspiration;you hay,
taught me the eternal truth you arc
my beloved"
And Margaret said: Then in my
weakness hath there been IL wondrous
strength. and from my sufferings come
eth the glory | have sought"
| So Margaret died, and like a broker
lily she lay upon her couch; and nj
the sweetness OF her pure and gentl,
life seemed to come back and rest up
on her face; and the songs she ha(
sung and the beautiful stories she ha&
told came back, too, on angel wings
and made sweet music in thut cham
Der.
The children We're lingering on tn,
beach when Edward came that day
He could hear them singing the songs
Margaret had taught them. The,
wondered that he came alone.
"See, cried one OF the boys, run
ing to meet him and holding n tin,
shell in his hand; "see what we hay,
| found in this strange little shell. Is i
not beautiful
Edward took the dwaried misshap
en- thing and 10! it held u beauteou
pearl.
One little sister mine, let me look ii
your eyes and read an inspiration
there; let me hold your thin whit
hand and know the strength OF philos
ophy more beautiful than human
knowledge teaches; let Inc see in you
dear, patient little lace and hear il
your gentle voice the untold valor Q
your suffering life. Come, little sister
let ms fold you in my arms and hay
| you ever with me, that in the glory 0
your faith and love | may walk th
| paths OF wisdom and of peace.--Eu
gene Field In Cnrf6nt.